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It's so much easier to walk away if |
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I wash it down |
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It's so much easier to look away if |
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I think I look proud |
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It's so much easier, |
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I like it easier, |
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I'll take it easier, |
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I'll take another round |
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It's so much easier to let the days go, dazed and mellow |
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It's so much easier to let the smoke go, let it go slow |
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It's so much easier, |
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I guess it's easier |
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Sometimes |
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I'm not so sure, but sure, why not? |
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Another round |
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It's so much easier to just admit that |
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I forget And sometimes it's easier to let my mind slip, hazed and backlit |
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Sometimes it's easier, kills me easier. |
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Take me home, it's my last round |
